There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 357. Mark of Devotion (1)

The moment they stepped out of the portal, Radia spewed out a series of curses, the frustration was apparent in the way he slumped on the couch.

Han Joon looked around, his lips curled slightly as the tip of his fingers swept across a high table holding a flower vase. How nostalgic. It was the room they always used for their rendezvous; the room where they knit their relationship for the first time.

And now, looking at Radia all frustrated, shedding all the calm and cunning persona, brought him to that day again.

Han Joon lowered himself in front of the summoner, who was burying his face in his palms. "Don’t sulk," he said teasingly. "We only have twenty-four hours, so I’d rather see your smile."

"Don’t treat me like I’m a petulant child!"

Han Joon smiled at the frowning brows and snarling lips; didn’t even try to tell Radia otherwise. The crimson eyes had become redder, and he could see those eyelashes were slightly wet. Radia was upset, and the man was upset at the fact that he was upset, unable to control his emotions.

You were the one who told me humans should express themselves. Han Joon chuckled softly and leaned forward to give the angry lips a soft, brief kiss, before proceeding to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Radia scowled, holding the soldier’s arms tightly.

"Shower; I hadn’t had a shower for the past few days," Han Joon replied lightheartedly, swiveling his hands so he became the one who held Radia’s arm instead. He pulled the summoners up, adding calmly. "Why don’t you join me, then?"

Radia would have done it even without the invitation. He had no intention of taking another shower, but he didn’t want to let Han Joon out of his sight, even for a shower.

And Han Joon was right; he needed a shower badly. Ignoring the accumulated sweat and dirt from the past few days, his clothes were reeked of the corrupted hound’s blood, miasma, and the burning trace of activating all of those exploding formation sheets.

"To think you would utilize the item they used at the auction," Radia commented as the burning smell wafted his way.

"Isn’t it nice to give them the taste of their own medicine?" Han Joon said nonchalantly, chucking the bloody, torn shirt into the en-suite floor. He glanced at the mirror, finding out that most of his external injury had been cured by Radia’s aggressive potion-pouring earlier. The lesser elixir had healed his organs, but there were still bruises left all over his pale, cold skin.

Considering he almost died earlier though, this was a massive development.

Softly, he felt a pressure on his back; a warm touch, almost scalding to his cold skin. He felt the forehead pressing between his shoulder blade, and the trembling palms on his back. The warm breaths grazing his skin were stuttering, heavy.

Han Joon turned around, letting the warm forehead fall onto his chest, patting the red locks and the trembling back. He pressed his lips on Radia’s temple, the smile didn’t seem to want to leave his lips. "You’re safe now," he whispered. The system that designed all of the assassination plans had been destroyed, so there would be no immediate danger to Radia anymore. "All you have to do now is root out the one who put the system together." _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

And it wasn’t something that a soldier like him could do anyway. What would be needed now was connections and politics; his darling’s playing field.

Radia clutched the pale skin tightly, pressing his head more onto that chest, listening to the steady heartbeat. There was so much he wanted to ask, to get angry at. But for now, he basked in the fact that he could hear this heartbeat, beating loudly; alive.

Why did this man go this far for him? Radia had wanted to ask, but realized it was a silly question. Was there even a need to ask? Of course, Han Jon did it because the man loved him. Still, he wanted the answer as to why he never said anything to him. His heart was breaking, thinking that he spent so many years in hatred for a man who sacrificed everything for him.

Radia pulled away, staring at the black eyes that shimmered with the glow of stars. "Did you not tell me about it because you thought I would prevent you from doing it?"

Radia was quite self-aware. He knew what he was like back in the day; he was cheeky, he was daring, he had an understanding that he could almost get out of anything with the power his family had. He knew that if Joon had told him about it, he would want to face this system himself.

But wouldn’t that be better, still? Wouldn’t it be better to face danger together than be at odds with each other?

Han Joon, however, merely gave him a subtle smile and a kiss on his forehead, before walking beneath the shower head. "No," he said, as Radia looked at him inquisitively. "I need you---no, I need everyone to think we are not in a good relationship."